F is for Fur 'n Feathers.

Furry and fuzzy,

Feathers and fur,

Farm and free,

Look at all the animals I see.

Finny, fluffy, 

fat, or fleet,

I love my friends the animals, 

and they love me!

(Ok, the llamas are ambivalent, but the rest do...) 

The poetry is sort of wonky, but you get the idea...

So, what is YOUR favorite animal?

A Halloween Story, in 4 parts... Ok, maybe 5...

This little fly, he was number one.  He cried, "Oh, no!  What have I done?" 

This little fly, he was number two.  He looked at the web, and into it he flew. (He wasn't real bright...)

"Oh, me, oh, my, what shall I do?"

Fly number three, flew away, with a scream!  She flew off into the sky, yelling, "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

Then the flies looked with terror at a big old fat spider, (Number 2 thought, oh, crap, we're dead... Maybe we can hide... Er...)  

Then the spider smiled, a questionable feat, then said, Hi, I'm Boris, Wanna trick or treat?  

The flies were scared, but they couldn't say no, but Boris was a charmer.

He let them go.  He smiled, and handed them packages to get candy,

And they all went Trick or Treating, it was really quite dandy.

(Until Boris got hungry.  Then he ate them, 'cuz spiders don't eat candy. 

 They didn't really think too much of that...)

Gotcha!

This is the set up out front.

Happy Halloween, folks!

(Extra points if anyone catches the rock reference in my poem!)

Short blog.

I woke up to hear Husband trimming his beard. And this poem came into my head, such as it is.

Husband's beard trimmer,
sounding like a drunken bumblebee,
grazing on salt.

And Pepper.

:)

(And I think this would be free form poetry, I don't think it fits haiku.)
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In other news, Mother Nature has lost her mind, or her calendar, or both...
Yes, Dear Readers, that is SNOW on my pear tree blossoms. This is April 20th, and there is SNOW on the ground, about an inch or so. We aren't supposed to have SNOW this time of year.

Sheesh...